Hood Boys Need Love

4.

NOOR

It's been two hours and already I feel like I spent money on unnecessary ass shit that I brought for myself after taking care of all of the important things.

Like Nova's hospital bill and medical care. Nasir's sports fee. I brought Nirvana a new car and myself a new car. I brought so many groceries to last us six months. I brought new furniture for the entire house, including everyone's bedroom. I brought new coasters, silverware and glass cups. I brought three of the latest new iPhones for the kids. I brought Nirvana a camera so that she can begin her youtube channel. I brought game systems for the boys. I brought four sixty-inches flat-screen TVs for the living room, Nasir's room, Nirvana's room, and Nova's room that will be put up before Nasir and Nova return from school. The electrician should be here in a half-hour. I brought four three hundred dollar beats headphones. I brought clothes and shoes for everyone that in certain will take up too much space in the entire capacity of our rooms.

I just went all crazy and ballistic with gifts because I wanted the kids to feel like they belong and not want for nothing.

Is it such a bad thing to have everything that someone else has and more?

As I was in the kitchen putting up the groceries, my phone began ringing as it lay flat on the laminate countertop. I walked over hovering over the countertop seeing that it was Nirvana and Nasir's school calling. And I immediately felt this wave of panic suck me end like a black hole wasting no time to answer.

"Hello?" The panic could be heard in my voice. So much for staying cool and calm as I told myself I would, seconds before I answered the phone.

I expected to hear Principal Reid's voice on the other end of the phone. But instead, it was a very high-pitched and loud familiar voice that answered back to me. It was Taliyah.

I sighed as mixed emotions of both relief and annoyance washed over me. I was relieved because it wasn't Principal Reid calling me to tell me that Nasir had gotten into another fight that resulted in him busting someone's nose or head open. I don't know what has gotten into him lately. He's been acting out and feeling sorry for himself. Hopefully, when he gets home today, his many gifts will alter his sour mood.

And of course, I was annoyed because it was Taliyah on the other end. I hate that little girl. I know hate is such a strong word and there's no reason I should have as much hatred as I do for a little ass girl but I do. And it is what it is.

I don't like Talia because she hurt my sister to the point she was questioning her attributes and associating herself with words that describes less than's.

Why the fuck does Nirvana still talk to this chick? I don't know.

"What do you want Tisha? And why are you calling me from the school office phone?" I growled annoyingly into the phone receiver.

"My name is Taliyah, not Tisha girl!" The sass in her tone is as clear as the clouds in the sky. "And you know that. So stop acting slow."

I know that but I don't care to get it right.

I stared emotionless at nothing in particular while repeating, "What do you want Tisha? And why are you calling me from the school office phone."

"Well, I would've called you from my phone but you blocked my number."

"Yes, I did," I said proudly into the phone as my lips curled up into a smile.